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| ...Wait, wait, was I doing something?; {ci: Peter | iso: Wakka} | |
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| Alma | May 29 2009, 07:02 PM Post #1 |
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[align=right]Summer 26th 4:30PM[/align] It was a resolute Peter Lyfield who set out from his farm, located at Amethyst Acres, with his mind set on foraging for a few little things to sell, whether they be simple flowers or even a few herbs to season some of the vegetables that Freya was attempting to fashion together into a raw meal. His head, for once, wasn’t stuck in the clouds, and when he made his way down the path and headed toward the Sapphire Glade, he still happened to remember his mission. Freya would not be disappointed! He was certain of it! Drumming his fingers against the rough denim of his jeans and whistling loudly and boisterously, Peter ambled down the path happily and let his mind wander near and far, touching to the mountains outside of his old home and skimming across the ocean here in his new. There was so much to do, so much to explore, and he still hadn’t managed to do any of it, given the way that he was trying to clean out the relatively small field of his farm without any tools. But how was he supposed to get out to the mainland, as it was? The docks had been absolutely demolished the very day after he and Freya had arrived. It was horrid, really. He had no idea how he was supposed to get an axe or a hammer to take care of these things. Not to mention the seeds, of course. His mind skipped away, thinking of the wonderful plants that he would plant for Fall, if he ever managed to get a tool first to help him clear out enough room to plant something good. And then there it went, every thought of foraging and bringing back anything to help the two of them make some money. Instead, he was simply wandering, strolling, happily whistling and occasionally tossing back a messy lock or two of red hair away from his bright blue eyes. It was a habit, if anything, and one that his sister was trying very hard to break within him. While he could remember large events easily, like birthdays and anniversaries, he forgot smaller things, such as his mother’s favorite gift or what simple errand he happened to be on. Peter couldn’t be sure whether it was something genetic that perhaps skipped a generation, as his father and mother both had very impressive memories, or if he had some sort of a fluke in his mind from perhaps being dropped on his head as a baby, or even if he was adopted. Yes, that made much more sense. Never mind that he’d actually seen his own birth certificate and knew that it wasn’t forged - or, at least, assumed that it wasn’t, given that he knew nothing about such things. He was obviously adopted. As he came out into the lovely Sapphire Glade, Peter merely paused and clutched his hands together behind his back as he swayed slightly in the crisp winds. Fall was obviously approaching, given the way that the air had drastically cooled and that winds were beginning to pick up, and suddenly Peter was all too excited about experiencing the pure bounty of nature once everything began to grow and develop in that season. Yes, perhaps if he foraged enough, he could get enough money to turn his farm into a wonderful ranch instead! Wait…foraging…why did that sound so familiar? …ah, but surely it didn’t matter! Peter merely smiled once more and examined the beauty around him, content to take the time to relax and breathe before Freya expected him back for dinner. |
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| usagi | May 29 2009, 07:35 PM Post #2 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=421 bgcolor="#CBF8A5" style="border:3px solid #E4FFCE;"> <tr> <td> <br><br> <font color="#A9953A" size=1> Wakka stretched her arms out above her head from where she sat upon her mighty stallion, and let out a rather loud yawn. The bridge had finally been fully constructed and opened for access just yesterday, and so today was her first day back on the south half of the island and back near the bloody curse of her grandfather’s farm. Although she had immediately set up camp in the farm area, the Australian drover still had no inkling of an idea of how she was going to get rid of the disaster. <br><br> No man, woman, or child in their bloody right mind would buy the land off of her. Nor could she see herself swindling someone into just taking it. Because then it’d be their problem, and one hell of one at that. Ahh, it was so frustrating! What she needed… was a plan! <br><br> And that’s when she saw a blue beacon in the night. Or, rather, the setting sun of the approaching evening. Wakka’s curiosity was instantly peaked and she swiveled Esperos around so that she could get a much better picture of the young man and his remarkably blue eyes. <br><br> With an open friendliness that could be considered, to some, rude, the blond haired woman promptly trotted her and her horse over to the man and stopped a few feet before him. “Oi,” she flashed him a white toothed grin as she stared down at him. “Now don’tcha have quite a set of eyes there, mate. Yah better watch out or you’ll make us girlies jealous, yah?” <br><br> Perhaps she was just a little too forward when it came to speaking what was on her mind. Oh well. <br><br></font> </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Alma | May 30 2009, 02:54 AM Post #3 |
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Still generally eager and happy, as Peter oft came about being, he continued his boisterous whistling as he gazed around at the few trees and rubbed at his arms very carefully. The leaves were beginning to change colors, and it made the optimism that he held for the coming season blossom even more, as if it were Spring again and not steadily creeping toward Fall. His fields would be full, he’d be able to build onto his house, he have a huge barn and chicken coop both full of animals and, if all went well, he might even have a lass by his side. But it was a bit too sudden to think about anything like that. It wasn’t as if he’d actually met anyone on the island yet, given the hysteria over the earthquake. Come to think of it, did he really want to think about getting married so soon? He considered that now, his mind bouncing from topic to topic absent-mindedly as it often did. Aye, it’d be nice to have a pretty little thing to compliment and to complement, even, but he couldn’t see himself diving into a serious relationship any time soon. How odd that his thoughts had gone so quickly to having a wife in his home, especially since he had Freya to take care of everything as it was. Well. Not everything, but he tried not to think of things like that. They were too distracting. And just nauseating, in the current context. Shoving the revulsion to the back of his mind, Peter went to thinking about what it would be like when Freya became married. With such a sweet and sensitive girl he imagined that it wouldn’t be a number of years until she did. Knowing how she worried, however, he would have to have an engagement ring on his finger before she even considered marrying a man and moving away from Peter, given just how absent-minded and silly he could be. …why was he here again? He was quietly moved from trying to remember such a thing by the sound of hooves beating the ground, and boy, did he recognize them as belonging to a horse quickly. As Peter had always had a curious fascination with horses and even a vague passion for the concept of raising them, he nearly bowled over backwards as he spun around to look for the sound before realizing, after completing a 360 degree turn, that they were already headed straight for them. An incredibly lovely woman was atop the handsome steed and, for a moment, Peter found himself admiring her long blonde hair as he might a horse’s mane before she brought the horse to a stop in front of him and grinned widely. Her comment about his eyes was completely missed, however, as he suddenly took in her accent and blinked several times in an effort to process exactly what she had said. ”…I’m sorry, what?” he asked, sounding rather dense and blond at the moment as he kicked his subconscious into gear and forced it to remind him what she said. OH. Ohohoh! Realization filled those sparkling blue eyes of his and he grinned up at her just as cheerily. ”Oh! Sorry, your accent threw me off a little there.” What kind of accent was that, anyway? Peter had no real idea, but it sounded oddly familiar, as if he’d encountered people with it before back home, perhaps. He’d moved forward to offer his hand in greeting, but the instant that it brushed lightly against her horse’s mane Peter’s attention was drawn to the steed immediately. ”Don’t think anything of mine compares to this handsome fellow, though.” Peter wanted nothing more than to reach forward and to gently pet the creature, but found himself vaguely hesitant to, as he had very little real experience with horses beyond seeing them from afar when his parents went on long road trips or reading about them in books. ”What’s his name?” He looked eagerly up at the lovely lass on the horse’s back, appearing more like a teenager than the adult that he was. |
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| usagi | May 30 2009, 04:35 PM Post #4 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=421 bgcolor="#CBF8A5" style="border:3px solid #E4FFCE;"> <tr> <td> <br><br> <font color="#A9953A" size=1> “…I’m sorry, what?” <br><br> Her grin immediately disappeared when he questioned her in such a way, and she let out a rather dramatic groan and lightly slapped herself in the forehead. She was about to accuse him of being a bloody drongo---as most of the bloody males on this island!---but he quickly put two and two together and figured out what she had said, eventually sticking out his hand for the typical handshake greeting. <br><br> Wakka leaned forward, reaching out to grab his hand but with quick instant action, his entire attention flung to the left and clung to Esperos with a look that was bloody near worship. Despite his obvious fondness for the creature, both Wakka and Esperos could sense his hesitation which resulted in the horse watching him warily and Wakka snorting very unladylike. <br><br> “He’s got a lot of names, mate,” She replied, and gave her stallion a good ol’ pat against his mane. “Though, I be thinking it mighty wrong for me to repeat some of it tah ya. I suppose his full name is Esperos, but I usually just call ‘im Spo.” <br><br></font> </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Alma | Jun 2 2009, 12:02 AM Post #5 |
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Peter didn't even take in the fact that it might have been rude not to shake the lady's hand, and that he didn't even know her name yet and that he was instead salivating over the horse that she sat on top of. Still, he was a handsome creature, and Peter's eyes sparkled happily as he observed him. Such a longing he suddenly felt to pet the creature came across him, and, out of being cautious, he very obviously moved his hand so that the horse could keep an eye on it and would know that he wasn't engaging in any foul play, and very carefully moved his hand across the horse's neck, patting it gently a few times. Dang. The sudden urge to surround himself with such beautiful creatures on his farm was almost unbearable. Huh. Looked like he'd be having more of a ranch than a farm after all, then. He wondered momentarily what Freya would think about that. She never did quite like large animals. However, the thought was gone almost as quickly as Peter took in what seemed to be a very gentle Esperos and let out a long, happy sigh. "That's probably a good idea," Peter said in reference to the names, grinning up at the woman again. "Obviously you'd ruin my innocent ears." The words were said with a wee bit of flirtatious flair, but as Peter immediately let his attention be drawn back to Esperos, it was obvious that he wasn't just saying the words to try to draw her in to some sort of odd, creepy trap. Indeed, Peter was simply a naturally flirtatious gent. He never hesitated to be as charming as he could be and, if he had the chance, he'd gladly compliment a woman all the live long day just to see her smile. In his opinion, it certainly didn't happen quite enough, and more women deserved to know that they were beautiful. Regardless, at this moment, he was more absorbed in the horse to think anything of it. Ideas and visions and dreams were swimming through his mind with such ferocity that a peaceful look came across his face and he visibly relaxed a little. He stood there for a moment of silence, simply admiring the horse, before finally drawing his hand back carefully and shoving it into his pocket again. "He sure is a lovely horse. I sort of hope I can own a few one day." He trailed off for a moment, finally looking away from Esperos to look over his shoulder back toward where his farm was, even though he couldn't see it from this distance. As matter of explanation, he pointed toward where he'd come from. "I own a farm back there, you see, with my sister. Kind of look forward to turning it into a ranch one day." It almost confounded him that he was mentioning this, mostly because he had never considered it a great deal before. And yet here he was, acting like it was some long-lost dream of his. ...Maybe it is. What an odd experience. Suddenly piping up into attention, Peter looked up at the blonde girl and grinned. "How long have you owned him? Do you have any others?" He bit off any more questions before they could come flying out. They were dangerous little things, he was sure, and Freya would be blushing in embarrassment if she was there to hear him chattering on. He'd temper himself just this once. |
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| usagi | Jun 2 2009, 08:16 PM Post #6 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=421 bgcolor="#CBF8A5" style="border:3px solid #E4FFCE;"> <tr> <td> <br><br> <font color="#A9953A" size=1> The topic of ears seemed to continuously pop up into her conversations, Wakka thought absently as she watched the red head grin up at her. The first time had been back at the beach, when she had been joking about a guy having ears too big for eavesdropping on others conversations. And now they were talking about ears too innocent to hear such naughty words. <br><br> Before she could think better of it, she suddenly burst out laughing. She couldn’t help it---it was bloody damn funny! What more, the kid was still playing oogly eyes with her stallion and she had to wonder if Esperos was getting creepy vibes and about a second away from bolting. He had better not, she thought with a warning glare down at the top of his head, since she was currently on him! <br><br> “By jingoes, yur one obsessed bloody nong, ain’t yah! Yur balls and all, yah?” She howled from atop the stallion, and then let out a very loud snort. Adjusting herself in the saddle, she tightened her hold on the reins when she felt Spo tense. “A real old chatterbox, yah? Slow down, hold yur horses, and the like, otherwise I’ll be goin’ down the path of a bloody drongo tryin’ tah understand what’s coming out of that mouth of yurs.” <br><br> She was hardly polite. Obviously. If one could even understand as much. <br><br> ----<br> <br> Translation:<br> "Holy crap, you are one really obsessed nerd, aren't you? Talk about enthusiastic, huh? You just don't stop talking, do you? Slow down, will you? Otherwise, I swear I'm going to become stupid trying to put everything together!" <br><br></font> </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Alma | Jun 5 2009, 01:51 AM Post #7 |
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Absolutely unexpectedly, the lovely blonde woman burst into some sort of hysterical laughter, causing Peter to take a few cautious steps back and (thankfully) give Esperos his personal space back. Peter stared up at the woman with a furrowed brow, positively confused about whatever he had said to make her laugh in such a way, and then, for whatever reason, she immediately began to spit out...very...erm...strange phrases. Peter's jaw dropped as she shouted things that sounded absolutely indecent, and that he was certainly not expecting to hear. Much like Freya he was relatively naive, though a wee bit less innocent than her as he had actually been given the opportunity to go out and to socialize with less savory types while the more fragile Freya was bound and chained indoors every day with nowhere to go outside but a wee little kitchen garden where their mother grew various herbs and the occasional vegetable or two. Given that they came from such a small town, even, Peter had very little experience with things that were relatively unsavory, to say the least, and therefore he couldn't help but think if this was simply the way that angry people talked in the big cities. His jaw soon dropped as she began making references to various male parts and whatever this 'drongo' thing was, and he stared at her with an utterly horrified expression once she was finished shouting these undoubtedly Satanic phrases. However, as a few moments of silence reigned between them, Peter gulped and blushed lightly in embarrassment, still thinking that she'd done something to make the woman absolutely furious in some sort of way. Oh, dear Goddess, PLEASE don't let her run me over with that horse of hers. Instead, he stared up at her with those wide blue eyes and, in a sudden fit of lacking a sort of mental filter, responded: "Are you mad?" While the horror was gone from his features, he still looked generally aghast and like he was ready to bolt like a tiny rabbit. However, realizing what his words could have sounded like, he immediately shook his head a little, as if she was suddenly going to make Esperos eat him. "I-I mean, I honestly didn't understand a word that you just said." Well, this woman was to be congratulated, at least. She was possibly the first to make him stammer for reasons other than romantic. |
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| usagi | Jun 5 2009, 02:19 PM Post #8 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=421 bgcolor="#CBF8A5" style="border:3px solid #E4FFCE;"> <tr> <td> <br><br> <font color="#A9953A" size=1> Perhaps, she realized her mistake too late. Though his reaction had quickly put her into the right set of mind fast enough. The red-haired kid stood there as white a sheet, looking as though he was about to fall arse over tit at any moment. Not to mention the look of horror that had crossed over his features, as though she was goin’ about her way like a bloody murderer or something, wielding her bloody axe and havin’ just chopped off some grandmother’s head. <br><br> “Oi,” She started, with a deep frown. <br><br> “Are you mad?” He cut her off, asking her such a thing and looking as though he quite well believed he already knew the answer. <br><br> “Are ya bloody daft?” She shot back, starting to become angry as she crossed her arms over her chest. Really, she had no idea what he was going on about, or why he looked as though he were going to pass out at any moment, but it was rather uncalled for to be calling her mad! Who was he to call her troppo? Why, she was most likely the most sane person on the island, from all the bloody blokes she’d met so far! <br><br> “I-I mean,” He stumbled to correct a heartbeat later, stepping backwards and eyeing her horse as though it had suddenly become a demon. “I honestly didn’t understand a word that you just said.” <br><br> …Oh. That explains it! <br><br> “Oi!” She burst out again, but this time she was laughing. Her mood swings were, apparently, a little hard to keep up with. “I was just sayin’ that yer talking too fast for me! That’s all, mate. Calm down, yah?” <br><br></font> </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Alma | Jun 7 2009, 06:26 PM Post #9 |
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This woman was terrifying, to say the least. Examining the way that she was acting, Peter still wondered if she was a bit crazy. Perhaps she was hiding a knife somewhere in that beautiful hair of hers, or something. Perhaps she was about to jump on him and stab it through his heart. While Peter realized that he couldn't complain too heartily about the prospect of the first bit of that thought, the last bit sounded as if it would completely ruin all of the joy of it all. He watched her cautiously, even as she demanded if he was 'daft' in return, and waited for that inevitable murdering of himself, before things finally seemed to click in her head, and she began to laugh. Laugh. That was perhaps the most frightening experience of them all, really, given that he was still anticipating that this was just her prelude to cutting out his liver, or whatever it was that crazy murderers took out of their victims first. However, as she continued to laugh, Peter finally began to actually pick up on some of her words once more. Now, she was...fine? Bizarre. She's freaking bizarre. This did nothing to set him off, of course. He was used to strange people, given that they were all that he hung out with during his schooling days and the few years where he wandered about back home and tried to figure out what he wanted to do with his life. Now that he was here...well, it only made him feel a bit more at home, surprisingly. That suddenly reminded him that he needed to forage, especially if he wanted to have enough money to pay for any tools or seeds or additions to the farm before Winter, but the thought was gone just as quickly as his mind also decided to kick in and remind him what the woman on her horse had just said. Oh. It'd be rude to ignore her. And so foraging was kicked to the back of his mind once again as he grinned brightly up at her once more, all thoughts of her wanting to kill him in the absolute back of his mind now. One of these days, it wouldn't be surprising if that absent-mindedness of his got him into some huge amount of trouble. "Oh. Man, I'm sorry. I just start going off like that when I get excited, I guess." Peter rubbed the back of his neck rather sheepishly before he stepped toward the horse again, this time his attention off of the stallion and focused entirely on the woman. "I'm Peter Lyfield. It's nice to meet you, even if I'm sort of crazy. Where are you from?" Yes, now he was curious as to the nature of her accent and her slang, though he still had no idea how she even translated her slang as the sentence that she offered him. None of it fit together at all, as far as he was concerned. |
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| usagi | Jun 11 2009, 01:02 PM Post #10 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=421 bgcolor="#CBF8A5" style="border:3px solid #E4FFCE;"> <tr> <td> <font color="#A9953A" size=1> Peter Lyfield. The sort of crazy man. Wakka inwardly snorted at the thought, but was grinning nonetheless. She was surprised when Peter asked her where she was from, though she probably should have been used to it by now. While she had previously been under the impression that everybody knew about the Great Outback, she was beginning to be proven wrong. <br><br> “Only the greatest country in the world,” She replied with pride, though she wasn’t quite offended like the last time she had been asked. It was just a common thing here, she supposed, and she’d get over it. Bloody pommies. “Aussie!” She verified a heartbeat later, guessing that ‘greatest country in the world’ was a little too vague for a pommy. <br><br> “And the names Jordan Walker, but I’m better known as Wakka for the lazy bloke’s who dun wanna bother with the R’s.” <br><br></font> </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Alma | Jun 13 2009, 08:21 PM Post #11 |
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The woman looked terribly amused at his introduction, grinning as if her mouth was about to split her face right down the middle. Or not the middle, he supposed. The...close-to-middle-but-not-quite-there-regardless middle. Oh well. It made sense to him, and that was really all that mattered, right? Right. Before his mind could get taken off with him, however, Peter focused explicitly on the present, and the fact that he had been doing something before he arrived here. ...wait, what was that? Peter paused, even as the woman introduced herself, and stared rather quizzically into the air, trying to remember why he'd come here in the first place. After all, it seemed generally unlikely that he'd merely gone on a tiny walk to admire everything around him, especially since it was around the time for Freya to start making dinner. Perhaps he was supposed to pick up a few things from the market and got off track? Perhaps she'd wanted a flower to place in a vase on the coffee table? Perhaps he'd been foraging? Foraging! Yes, that had been it! As he quickly looked down at his watch with a very quiet gasp, however, he realized that, really, he'd run out of time to do any of that. Freya was expecting him to be back very shortly, and he desperately didn't want to see her angry at him for being late. Perhaps he'd grab an orange or two on the way home as he saw them. But then he remembered that the woman had introduced herself, had said where she was from, and he couldn't just be insanely rude and run away from her without any sort of explanation. Peter shook his head to clear his thoughts before looking up at the blonde woman, whom his subconscious informed him was named Jordan Walker, or Wakka. What a strange nickname. Who was too lazy to say r's anyway? It was strange for him to try to comprehend. But when he remembered that she'd mentioned Australia, her accent suddenly made a great deal more sense, and he nodded a bit. "Ah...all right, I see. I've heard it's a beautiful place." He grinned up at her, but there was a sort of jumpiness suddenly to his frame, mostly from the fact that he was now desperate to turn and run while he had the chance. "It's great to meet you, Jordan, but I'm afraid that I really must go and head home. My sister's waiting on me." He pointed over his shoulder with a wince, toward where his farm lay in the distance if one followed the twisting path for quite a bit of time. "But...perhaps we'll run into each other again? And hopefully your horse won't think I'm going to eat him the next time I see him?" He looked down at Esperos with a grin, remembering how nervous the horse had been around him only a few moments before, and then glanced back up toward Wakka with a curiously lifted eyebrow. It was an abrupt farewell, but he honestly didn't think he could spare the time for anything else, not when he had a bit of a walk to make. |
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| usagi | Jun 15 2009, 02:03 PM Post #12 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=400 bgcolor="#CBF8A5" style="border:3px solid #E4FFCE;"> <tr> <td> <font color="#A9953A"> The skinny, lily-livered… yeah, yeah. Wakka adjusted herself into a much more comfortable position atop Esperos, and felt her stomach begin a low hum that was warning her of how close dinner time was approaching. Over yonder, beyond the cluster of bright green trees in the horizon, she could see the sun melting away beneath them and streaking the sky in a wild display of evening colors. …Strange, she thought with a purse of her lips. She hadn’t even noticed a temperature drop. In fact, she was rather certain there hadn’t been one. But, that was hardly important at the moment. <br><br> “Well then, I’ll be seein’ ya around, Petey.” She gave a fake salute against her forehead, and waggled her brows at him. Since the kid was going home, Wakka was once again left with whatever it was she had been doing before she had spotted him. Ah, yes! She was supposed to be making a plan. She supposed she could come up with something because, contrary to popular believe, she had actually made pretty bloody damn good grades back in school. <br><br></font> </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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